"Waves and Sands, Rain and Rain"
Text: Zhang Jiahao
Wait for idleness don't be afraid of Ju Huang, jade hand warm screen poetry panic. Under the candle in front of the cup, the well is cold and withered. For the cloud to make up for the rain spring color offering, Yujing autumn dew leaning on the west wing. Nagato listened to the dream of clear water, and Hongfei flew high to Chongyang. The painting hall condenses the incense smoke shallowly, and the drunken autumn incense extends the frost. Jiangcun night flute sideburns are not white, Lin Sheng complains about autumn tears for a long time. When the eyebrows are worried about the swallows, when will the begonias be planted before the court? Acacia is like the silence of zengxi garden, and the apple bottom reeds are desolate in autumn. Zhong returned to Liuyuan in the middle of the night, and Chan Juan was busy at the beginning of the night. Jiangtou only goose falling fang cong, know is the red chamber chapter how many chapters? Now the raccoon flowers are far away, and the wind and fog are scattered on the green supporting wall. Upstairs listen to the west wind of the piano, step on the drunken incense mud willow smoke cream. The smoke in the long pavilion is cold and contentious, and the lamp is picked to write about the wound. Twilight emaciated Twilight rising, Yutang does not dye the roller blinds long. Chang'an Nan Moshi wine willow, teaching spring to add more injuries. Who fell into the Jade Flower Trail? The phoenix butterflies flew up Xiao Xiang. Autumn sorrows fall into chihiro, when will the new moon be rewarded? Who says that the evening cool day is good? Moonward climbing to listen to the evening frost. The rise and fall of the old things are hated through the ages, and the falling plums are sent to the dusk with rain. How many nights have you stayed in the moon? The flower hunters are old and fallen into the green window. Send autumn clouds thousands of miles, away from the sound to listen to yu xie; Jinjing Yin Autumn Movement, Feihong Breaking The Twilight River; Ninja teaching rose old, drunken incense empty begonia; Pour wine in front of the flower, hate spring and ask Mo Shang; Lingbo people go to the edge of the Willow Creek; Dust incense roll lights, flying flowers into the pond; Weak water warbler rheology, who appears in Harushin? Leaning on the tower yellow crane sound sent far away, and more in the creek and mountain a window desert. In the late years, Yu Guan is not closed, and the falling plum is sad and rainy. It should be a lonely embroidery curtain roll, and the heart is stealing and looking for incense. A good night is a busy dream.
Raindropping windows,
Poetry together thin cool,
Clouds back to a song of dreams into a pair.
The jade man crossed the luan over Xiao Xiang,
Who sends begonias?
Empty Creek Mountain Desolation,
The sky is long,
The Five Lakes are tired of drinking alone.
Qintai shouted wine border city strong,
Huafa white cream.
